The most terrifying thing in the rivers and lakes is always the invincible martial arts, but the level of martial arts sometimes does not become the result of success or failure in battle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBecause of success or failure, it's too clear to be inseparable.

I have to say that there is no evil martial arts in the world that is not insidious and weird, amazingly powerful, and extremely easy to achieve quickly.

It is precisely because of this that to this day, the evil martial arts have not disappeared in the rivers and lakes. Because the greed of human nature and the idea of unearned gains will never disappear.

A sword, a palm, the moment of contact, the sky is full of flashes, as bright and dense as a meteor shower falling into the mortal world.

The sword body that is broken inch by inch really fulfills the eternal truth: it is easy to break if it is too rigid.

The burst not only destroyed Lin Pingzhi's long sword, but also directly shocked Lin Pingzhi out of a zhang away. Blood spit out from Lin Pingzhi's mouth in an instant.

Even though Lu Xiaoyu's true body was identified with a single sword, for Lin Pingzhi, the two huge strength gaps could not be made up by just one move.

Raising his head and looking at Lu Xiaoyu, who suddenly seemed to have fallen into a magic barrier, Lin Pingzhi could only pin his hope on the artistic conception contained in his last move.

Artistic conception, yes, at the last moment, Lin Pingzhi finally inspired the artistic conception. Although there is only one move, but when one move is struck, the power is a real artistic conception level.

At this moment, in Lu Xiaoyu's sea of consciousness, countless black qi swirled, and suddenly, a sharp sword flashing with countless lights broke through the air. Everywhere the sword light reached, the darkness receded, and everything was silent.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaoyu suddenly looked like a person in a dream, and saw a lot of stories from the perspective of a bystander.

"My name is Lu Xiaoyu, and I am a man who is destined to learn peerless martial arts and maintain world peace.

After going up the mountain for so many years, although the master and his old man have also passed on a lot of basic kung fu to me, the real peerless martial arts have still not been handed over to me. Whenever I asked him, he would tell me that to practice martial arts, you must first practice your heart!

I never understood that, and I don't seem to need to. Master, it seems that these strange things are not needed.

Until one day, under Master's silver book, I saw a book, the Heavenly Demon Treasure Urn.

From the first glance, I was deeply attracted by the martial arts inside, and I believe that this is the peerless martial arts I need.

Moreover, I soon learned that the Heavenly Demon Treasure Urn I got was only incomplete, and there were only two articles of internal strength and fingering. The other three are all in the hands of the master.

Master's health was getting worse and worse, and one day, he found me practicing the Heavenly Demon Treasure Urn. At that time, I was very worried in my heart, and with Master's usual temperament, he would definitely reprimand me a lot.

But unexpectedly, the old man didn't say anything, just shook his head and left. Later, Master left for a while, and I later learned that it was because he had given the other three to my three dearest.

I still remember that after I had practiced my internal skills and fingering, I finally had a showdown with Master. Ask Master when he will be able to learn the true peerless martial arts. But he still told me that to practice martial arts, you must first practice your heart!

So, that day, I made my first move against Master. With just a slight finger, the previously powerful master fell in a pool of blood.

'Master, now that you're dying, you can pass on the Heavenly Demon Treasure to me, right?'

'The Heavenly Demon Treasure is too evil to have enough heart to resist the temptation in it. When he was young, he also made such a mistake, and he got the name of Phantom Mist.

Therefore, I have handed over the remaining three secret books to your loved ones, hoping that you will be able to turn back and change your past mistakes! Remember, to practice martial arts, you must first practice your heart!'

It's a pity that with a finger in the center of his eyebrows, Lu Xiaoyu resolutely stepped on the road to leave. His face was already filled with a strange smile.

Xiaohu is Lu Xiaoyu's best friend, although he is not a hero who is as tall as Lu Xiaoyu, but he is a good enough blacksmith.

Hearing that his friend had finally returned to his hometown, the excited little tiger hurriedly put down everything in his hand and returned to his room. Take out a treasure knife that he made out of a hundred refined iron half a year ago.

This sword is the pinnacle of his life, and he hopes to use it to bring a little help to his best friend.

That day, he held the treasure knife and met his best friend in a hurry. Friends, really friends!

Lu Xiaoyu has a beautiful and kind fiancée, Xiaohong.

Over the years, she has rejected the proposal of Forty-three Zhuang who has broken through the threshold.

Because she was waiting for someone, he promised her that when the dead wood on the cliff of his hometown bloomed, he would come back and marry her.

Every year when the flowers bloom, she will dress herself up beautifully and come to the cliff of her hometown.

The bagpipes sounded, and the girl's thoughts were like an endless spring breeze, urging the dead trees on the cliffs to bloom quickly, day by day, year by year.

Years passed, and she waited for the flowers to bloom, and she waited for him.

On that day, the sun was like fire, and she wore a red robe, red like a wedding dress, a blood-stained wedding dress.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost!

The snow was falling outside the window, but it was still warm in the small cabin.

The strength of the family, the father's arms, firmly keep the cold out.

After being away from home for many years, my father's face was already full of longing. A large table full of things is the result of my father's busyness from early morning to now. Every dish has been my favorite since I was a child.

In my father's eyes, I am considered a man when I return from studying art, and men should drink as a witness.

I promised my father that when I returned from my studies, I would accompany him to drink a bowl of wine.

The moment he lifted the wine bowl, Lu Xiaoyu's afterglow caught a glimpse of the high place in the house. Over the years, my father would take out his clothes every month and wash them again to dry.

And at the end of the clothes, there is a graffiti of Lu Xiaoyu when he was a child. A villain and an adult, they don't seem to have a clear shape, but Lu Xiaoyu knows that it is himself and his father!"

A mouthful of blood spit out, and Lu Xiaoyu suddenly muttered to himself: "Wrong, wrong, everything is already wrong! It turns out that from the moment I pointed at the master, I had already gone mad!"

How can there be any Demon Sect Three Saints? Gentleman's Sword, Extinct Master, and Nameless Lonely Old are all thought up by myself.

It's no wonder that the first chapter of the Heavenly Demon Treasure Urn has those big characters written in blood: "Divine achievement, kill all your loved ones!" (To be continued.) )